ThAt time I climBed Mt. FuJi in 2006
August 2006 Only three days until the end of the holidays and I’ve done nothing. Just another night drinking over at a friends house. “Hey Dave, let’s do something. How about climbing Mt. Fuji?” “Yeah alright” ”Cool, see you tomorrow” I stagger home. The next evening there we are, above the clouds at the 5th station; hungover and decked out inappropriately with jeans, hoodies and trainers for footwear. We look around, feeling slightly out of place amongst the Technicolor masses of geared-up climbers. We were not prepared for this. Neither of us had ever hiked up a mountain before but up we traipsed, inadvertently opting for the more challenging trail. The conversation quickly dries up as we trudge on, lost in our own thoughts. Human traffic jams and trails of light from headlamps only giving a vague sense of how much further there is to go. Dave falls behind with a dodgy knee. I press on, sensing the summit and determined to make it before sunrise, but the cold gets to me. Can’t go on any longer. I’m gonna bloody freeze to death. I lay down amongst the rocks on the side of the trail, and then it happens. The morning sun breaks over the clouds; my body soaks up the warm rays of light as an indescribable sense of relief and pleasure runs through me. Beautiful. I pick myself up and head to the top with a newfound resurgence. Dave eventually hobbles up. “Wanna walk round the crater?” “How long does it take?” “Not sure, 20 mins?” “Nah, lets get the fuck off this mountain” Down we go. Tired, hungry and utterly exhausted. We make it back down to the bottom after hours of sliding down the loose gravely trail. This was worse than going up. We board the bus back to the station. Our random climb of Mt. Fuji was over - the best thing I’ve ever done that I have no desire to ever do again.
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A random journey to the top of Japan's highest mountain.